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Never in a hurry to go to work. Despite everyone around me doing 70 +. Coming home is another story. 70. That place is consuming every aspect of my life. I've asked the boss to put me somewhere closer or give me fewer hours. No longer care about money. Give me part time. I value my time. Better spent enjoying than working a job. I've arranged all areas of my life where I don't need a full time job but I feel trapped there so hurry it up for Pete's sake. It's a good company don't get me wrong. It's the location and the way it is where they have me. Patrolling there is a bitch. Too much impatient traffic, too many pass requests, Too little golf cart battery power to last, 132 checkpoints to scan and I'm sick of ticketing the same cars every night that have been illegal parked for months. Then late at night I go to scan checkpoints in the midst of tons of people, this place gets progressively worse every night and hasn't stopped. New Yorkers are spilling in by the dozens and it's gotten ruder and colder. Florida natives are moving out in to other communities. I know this by the plates, and actions. I75 traffic seems to be getting more aggressive by the day too. I just don't like working in Bonita Springs, or Estero. Stick me right here in the shit hole of Fort Myers for location and I will forever be appreciative. I'm at the only location that uses a golf cart. It's too warm/stuffy and uncomfortable all night would much rather be back in a car. I could use my own but not going to tear up my own car for any job. Mosquitoes are a constant plague having to buy deepwoods off all the time. I just hate that place and want out.